eldest son of Ming dynasty

Chapter 224 Reinforcements, Come!
The battlefield of real combat has never been as romantic as praising the achievements of the generals who have lived through the ages. The low wall of Qianniu Fortress is not tall, and there is no moat a few meters wide to block it. When running, the threat of death is actually very suffocating.

But fortunately, this is not the first time that most of the soldiers of the Ming army have seen such a scene, so that children like Han Shierang can calmly wind, pull, and aim, and then,

"Whoosh!"

The arrow spun with power, and in a very short time, got into the neck of a big Tatar man, and then he rolled on the ground, while the horse under him still ran forward without knowing what happened.

"Hit it!" Yu Zizai slapped the stone on the city wall hard, then looked left and right twice, and got some arrow feathers for Han Twelve Lang, "Come again, come again!"

"Straight mother thief! Who shot it? So accurate!"

It's too late to distinguish, just listen to the sound of the drums of 'Boom, Boom, Boom', people will gain a kind of inexplicable courage in group actions, when everyone shouts 'kill' together, it seems that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The frontmost group of Tatar soldiers braved the rain of arrows on the wall of Qianniu Castle and rushed forward. From an objective point of view, they were all very brave fighters, and their combat skills were very skilled. Arrows and aim can be improved a lot.

On a row of dozens of meters of the city wall, soldiers of the Ming army were shot down continuously.

"Ahhh!"

The attacking Tatar soldiers shouted to drive away the fear of death, and protected the compatriots who carried the big logs and went straight to the gate!
boom!boom!
"The rhythm is wrong!" Yu Zizai stood up holding his injured leg, "Twelve Lang, follow me to the gate of the city! Be sure to stop the Tatars rushing in!"

In the chaos of swaying figures, He Yanheng only saw a figure from the back and a child descending the city wall. He couldn't care less because there were still enemies in front of him.

Immediately after the initial rain of arrows, there was a flood of Tatar soldiers trying to overflow the walls of the Thousand Bull Fortress.

At this time, the number of enemies and the number of us have become a certain concept. In front of the blade, no matter whether it is the state of red eyes, or the numbness that can only swing the knife, every soldier only wants to chop the enemy in front of him. Killed something.

Huoshai personally sits in town, and this time the Tatars attacked the city more ferociously than before, and they spared no expense.

Perhaps the Tatars felt that there was no need to spend any more time in this place. The stalemate was only beneficial to the Ming army, giving the Ming army time to mobilize their forces.So this status quo should be broken, starting from Qianniubao!
Whoa!
Behind the city gate, Yu Zizai drew out his scimitar. There were nearly 1000 soldiers gathered here, many of them with bows and arrows, aiming at the Tatar soldiers who might rush in.

Yu Zizai just walked in the center of this arc, setting an example that a leader should have with a posture of facing death.

"There are still women and children in Qianniu Castle!" Yu Zizai yelled loudly, "From here on, we can't retreat a single step! If the Tatars want to kill you, they must first step over my corpse. If you want to snatch women and children, you have to step over your corpses first! We are trapped in the castle, surrender is death, and fighting is also death, so kill the enemy with a knife!"

boom!
The sound of logs hitting the city gate is so terrifying!
Han Twelve Lang also felt that his scalp was tight. He raised his bow and arrow and stood behind Yu Zizai's profile. With his tender skin, small palms, and chaotic eyes in the eyes of a child, he seemed to have not yet understood the nature of this world. face, but now he is already facing life and death.

When the first crack appeared in the city gate, life and death really came.

"Fire arrows!"

The sound of arrows, the roar of the enemy, and the screams are all intertwined.

"Pull the rope!"

When the Tatars really rushed in on horseback, there would be prepared soldiers on both sides of the road to pull up the rope, so that people and horses could trip over, and then the prepared men on the side would go up and make up for it.

This set of Yu Zizai has been trained many times and used it before the battle, so he is still quite proficient now.

But if the city gate is broken, more and more Tatar soldiers will rush in. They are very fast, as if rushing to the front in the blink of an eye, and those who pull the rope will be the first to be eliminated by the enemy. object.

There is no other way, at this time, the only option is to fight hand-to-hand.

The Tatars will also dismount, because such a small city gate is full of corpses and torches, and it is actually not suitable for riding a horse anymore.

"Twelve Lang, kill me!"

There seemed to be infinite anger in Yu Zizai's eyes. He met a big man with a horizontal face. He clenched the knife with both hands and rushed forward. Scalp against him!

clang!
Just at this moment, Yu Zizai felt a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth.

The big Tatar man murmured a bird's language, and then laughed.Yu Zizai could understand even if he didn't understand, he said angrily, "I'm from a military academy, and I'm a son of the army, so I'm afraid of you, an uncivilized birdman! Come again!"

Han Twelve Lang behind him has been staring at him, watching the details of the two people's fighting movements. He is not big, but very flexible, hiding in Yu Zizai's lower body, running towards the big man's calf with a knife!

"what!"

Yu Zizai immediately seized the opportunity to slash straight across, no matter where he slashed, it was just a column of blood soaring to the sky!
"Kill again!"

Such a struggle is a torment for both parties.Blood and flesh are torn apart in this small space, and the people behind step on the corpses of the fallen people to move forward. People don't know the time, forget themselves, and don't even know it's snowing.

There was a brave man in the Ming army. With his strength and the few brothers gathered around him, he killed more than a dozen Tatar soldiers in a row. On the streets of the city, more and more Ming soldiers fell. As far as he is here, he seems to have played out a different landscape.

After several rounds of fighting, Yu Zizai was not only injured, but also seemed to be exhausted. His right hand was trembling uncontrollably, and the other hand kept pushing Han Twelve Lang back.

"Go and hide! Hide to the reinforcements! Go!"

The young child is not willing to leave the godfather he just recognized just like this. In the short period of more than half an hour just now, he has seen too many people fall, no matter how strong they are, white knives enter red knives out, then close your eyes and never speak again.

The child was still a child. At this time, she shed tears in fear, and said with trembling lips, "No, I can't bear you."

On the other side, the most valiant soldier of the Ming army quickly approached a Tatar after beheading him, stared at Yu Zizai and asked, "Do we really have reinforcements?!"

Yu Zizai firmly believed, "Yes, there must be!"

"how much longer?"

"I have no idea!"

Their conversation was incomprehensible to the Tatars, and they did not want to hear it, except to keep their mouths shut forever.

Yu Zizai had no choice but to raise his knife to fight again.

boom!
He had no strength, and the big knife slashed at him. Although he blocked it, he was shocked to back up, and finally sat down on the ground with a bang.Then the enemy came fiercely and did not give him a chance to breathe.
Yu Zizai was about to stand up in a hurry, he had no choice but to kill the person in front of him, and finally decided to give up his defense and die together, and went to fight the enemy!

Han Twelve Lang could see clearly, his eye sockets enlarged rapidly.

"Don't be in a daze!" The brave soldier of the Ming army swung his knife and killed the Tatar who was about to attack Han Twelve Lang from behind, but also blocked Twelve Lang's sight.

Look again in the next second and see that the Tatar's big knife pierced Yu Zizai's body, and Yu Zizai also stabbed his own dagger into the man's neck. His knife had fallen to the ground and he couldn't hold it anymore. .

Behind Yu Zizai, the curved blade was glaring scarlet, and a drop of blood dripped from the tip of the blade in an instant.

"father!"

Twelve Lang rushed over desperately, took a knife and unscrewed the dying Tatar soldier's head, blood spilled all over the ground, and Yu Zizai also lay down straight.

"father!"

Twelve Lang held Yu Zizai's head and roared hoarsely. He frantically tried to stuff back the blood that Yu Zizai spit out from his mouth, but it was still in vain.

"Cough, cough..." Yu Zizai's life was passing by quickly, and he seemed to feel a little relieved that someone was holding him and crying, and said in Han Twelve Lang's ear: "Definitely...definitely... ...There are reinforcements, I believe Your Highness, Twelve Lang, don't give up, live on...It's a pity...I really want to see the day when the Ming Dynasty flourishes..."

"Father, dad, I don't want you to die, I don't want you to die."

This is just a young boy, he doesn't understand many things, he only knows to cry, cry helplessly, and finally watch Yu Zizai slowly close his eyes.

"uneasy!"

He Yanheng, who came down from the city wall, also arrived. The situation at the city gate was not good, so he brought some people over, but he was a step late, and only saw the scene of Yu Zizai dying.

The battlefield is cruel, and everyone has no time to say goodbye to the familiar comrades around him. Even if He Yanheng has done so many times, his heart will sting, and then all attention will be overwhelmed by the surging enemies.

"Good skill!" He Yanheng praised the soldier who was fighting. He stayed behind with a beard and gathered three comrades around him, using a spear. Because someone was covering him and he was very powerful, a dozen Tatars approached him. Can't do it.

"General He! My name is Li Guan! General Yu just said that there are reinforcements. When will the reinforcements arrive?"

He Yanheng was taken aback for a moment, could it be a way to inspire people's hearts because of discomfort?

"Indeed, it is already on the way!"

"Okay! Then I'll kill him a few more times!"

The bravery shown by Li Guan attracted the Tatars. They were not afraid of the large number of people, but they wanted to kill this guy.

But He Yanheng didn't know how to watch, so the two sides fell into the situation of cutting each other again.

Han Twelve Lang shook his head to make himself comfortable, but no matter how he shook, the people on the ground did not respond at all. The child gradually realized that maybe this was death, and the grief in his heart made him howl loudly, looking up at the sky and facing the falling Snowflake shouted:
"Reinforcements, come quickly!"

(End of this chapter)